Nothing of you is all-the-way yours. All of you is inherited. — Chuck Palahniuk

You see, I can handle the baby food and the not talking and being homeless and invisible, but I have to know that I can love somebody. Completely and totally, permanently and without hope of reward, just as an act of will, I will love somebody.

We'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create.

The future is just wasted on some people.